i felt like a mess. a hot mess.
every hair on my body stood on its end and i just kind of sat there on my bed
thinking about myself.
'why can't i push myself?'
'how come i keep falling back to the start?'
'everythings going too slow..'
'i am my own problem, i cant stop.'
things i asked myself. things i thought about.
i was shaking and i felt like my eyes were turning red as if chlorine stung,
i was crying for no reason, i was just anxiety, i think, but i never cried this
much.
i kept wiping away the tears and around my eyes were puffy and red from
wiping so much.
'its like im wiping away my dignity a thousand times'
i tried not to subject myself to these thoughts but they kept on coming.
i had never been this scared, or sad. it was an out-of-no where attack.
I drew this image to portray how scared, and messy I was. its not for aesthetic, or anyone, its not my worthiest work for a feature, i dont want people to necessarily "like" it, but i want people to understand how drawing and doing art expresses the feelings. which is what i did.